Feline Warrior

Mood music for tonight’s post.
(I won’t do this every single time, don’t worry!)

On my way home from work, I was thinking about some of my recent posts and how they might not seem too optimistic to you.

And I worry that you worry. It’s a co-dependence with invisible strings. So here’s why not to worry:

I have tons to be grateful for, and I am. Good people in my life, for one thing - some in my life on purpose and others seemingly by accident. Aside from the usual “roof over head, food in belly, clothes on back” (all of which I do have) I have love. Yes, love.

And… I see colors, hear music and read words and they all become edible soul food. Nourishment for all the stuff the above parenthesized stuff doesn’t necessarily cover.

I have lived through a lot of insanity and come out pretty okay. Odd, perhaps, but okay. Hell, I have stories to tell until I die, even if that’s 50 years from now. Stories, colors, sounds, textures, tastes, scents and smells… life, baby.

I’m gonna ask my pal Ari to teach me to play guitar. I actually already own one - bought it ten years ago! It’s one of those things I’ve said forEVER that I would get to. Well, here, I’ll say it aloud, to you: I will learn to play! It’s mid-way through July, but I think it can still be a summer project goal. Of course, it partly depends upon Ari’s availability.

See? Sunny optimism!

Aside from my musical pledge, I want you to know that, while I seem to be strongly affected by the energy around me, I am optimistic. Happy. (Mostly.) (Usually.) Ready to try to make the world better each day.

So… thanks for sharing this crazy ride called life with me. It ain’t all that bad, huh? It just calls for some investigating, pondering, poking and such. We’re just the guys to do it, too.

Speak a little softer
work a little harder
shoot less with more care
sing a little sweeter
and love a little longer
and soon you will be there